do. He’d ought to marry your sister by rights.”
“Not much fear of that now.”
“Trust him! He’ll stick where there’s money. See, Bob; if that Jane was to kick the bucket, do you think the old bloke ‘ud leave it all to Jo?”
“How can I tell?”
“Well, look here. Supposin’ he died an left most to her; an’ then supposin’ she was to go off; would Jo have all her tin?”
“Course he would.”
Clem mused, eating her lower lip.
“But supposin’ Jo was to go off first, after the old bloke? Should I have all he left?”
“I think so, but I’m not sure.”
“You think so? And then should I have all her’s? If she had a accident, you know.”
“I suppose you would. But then that’s only if they didn’t make wills, and leave it away from you.”
Clem started. Intent as she had been for a long time on the possibilities hinted at, the thought of unfavourable disposition by will had never occurred to her. She shook it away.
